The last 'original' - that is, the last one that I wrote before publishing any :)

Thanks for all the reviews, favourites, follows, prompts - particularly ShtraitUp who has the right idea about how to do it...

I don't own anything you recognise.


Their pen pot had grown since the wedding. It was an old NYPD mug, situated on the corner of the kitchen counter next to a pad where they scribbled the grocery list, or the details for a body drop, or a phone number, or where they doodled after a long day's work.

The red pen was her favourite. He had bought it for her on a whim, as a stocking filler their first Christmas as husband and wife. The sparkles in it were beginning to run out, but she refused to get another one, claiming it ruined the sentimental value of it. God, he loved the romantic side of her.

His favourite was the black fountain pen with a figure of Darth Vader on the top. She had given it to him along with a note scrawled in her spiky lettering that now lived in his wallet, folded carefully behind the photo he carried of her.

Scribblings of Justice – KB x


Not one of my favourites, but hey ho. Figured I'd give you a short, fluffy one before the planned bombshell (operative word being 'planned') next week...

Speaking of bombshells, if you're looking for something slightly different (because being different is fun) have a ganders at Bloodshed, a sequel to Watershed and Castle's proposal. A hint: it's not fluff. And no one hears Beckett's decision. Once I finish writing it, it'll be pain *evil laugh*. (Have any SPN fans read Twist and Shout? Paaaaiiinn)

Reviews are rainbows!

See you next week

~wolfergirl